I wrote this a few years ago now, but still find it to be an important challenge to myself, and for anyone else who sometimes struggles to hold multiple truths at once.
[This piece was originally published on Common Ground News Service]
Jerusalem – Late last month I went to the children’s memorial in Yad Vashem, the Holocaust memorial museum in Jerusalem. I stood there and took in the names, the candles and the glass. And I felt confused and sad and a little bit broken.
It was 27 January, International Holocaust Remembrance Day, and it was the first time I had gone to the memorial in five years. I went because I wanted to reclaim a small part of myself and my history from the tornado of political and historical ownership that twists so jaggedly in this place.
When I realised that International Holocaust Remembrance Day was approaching, my first thought was, “great – another opportunity for Israel’s leaders to make the world feel guilty and back away from their criticism of its settlements.” After reading the works of Jewish philosopher…
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